The Bride of the Mountain God | A Chilling Japanese Folklore-Inspired Horror Story
The Village of Kagura
Tucked away deep within the rugged mountains, the village of Kagura was steeped in mystery and folklore, making it a unique subject of fascination. Encircled by towering peaks and dense forests, it remained isolated from the outside world, preserving its rich cultural heritage over centuries. Whispers of an ancient mountain god protecting the village circulated among outsiders, but the villagers neither confirmed nor denied these tales.
What set Kagura apart, however, was its chilling sacred ritual. Every year, a young woman—exactly twenty years old—was chosen to become the 'Bride of the Mountain God.’ This ancient tradition, rooted in the village’s past, was considered a vital offering to the mystical presence believed to guard the village. Clad in a pure white kimono, the chosen bride would embark on a solemn journey into the mountains, accompanied by villagers. Once she entered the forest to reach the sacred shrine, she was never seen again.
Misaki, a university student and member of her school’s folklore research club, arrived in Kagura to investigate this mysterious tradition. Captivated by the village’s enigmatic customs, she was determined to uncover the truth behind the mountain god’s bride.
The Village’s Silence
Upon her arrival, Misaki stayed at a modest local inn and began asking questions of the village elders and younger residents. However, she quickly encountered resistance. Elders dismissed her inquiries with curt remarks: 'It’s none of an outsider’s concern.’ Others vaguely described it as a ceremony of gratitude to the mountain god, their nervous tones and averted eyes hinting at hidden fears.
One moonlit evening, as Misaki sat on the inn’s veranda pondering her fruitless investigation, she was approached by a young woman named Kotone. Nervously glancing around, Kotone revealed she was a native of the village and, like Misaki, was twenty years old.
'You want to know about the mountain god, don’t you?’ Kotone asked, her voice tinged with urgency.
Misaki nodded silently, and Kotone hesitated before continuing.
'We grow up terrified of the day we might be chosen. The bride is decided by lottery every year… but no one knows what happens to those who go into the forest. None of them ever come back.’
Her words deepened Misaki’s curiosity but also filled her with a growing unease. The fear in Kotone’s eyes left her reluctant to push further.
'But… what if you were chosen?’ Misaki ventured cautiously.
Kotone smiled bitterly. 'If you live in this village, you cannot defy the mountain god.’
Her resignation weighed heavily on Misaki’s heart.
The Day of the Ritual
A few days later, the village square was shrouded in an eerie silence as the 'Mountain God’s Bride’ ritual commenced. Young women stood in a tense line before a small lottery box draped in white cloth. Among them was Kotone, her face pale.
'I can’t believe this is still happening,’ Misaki muttered under her breath, holding back a mix of frustration and helplessness.
The elder’s voice echoed through the square as he pulled a name from the box.
'Kotone.’
The color drained from Kotone’s face as all eyes turned to her. Misaki’s heart raced. Overcome by emotion, she stepped forward.
'This is wrong!’ she exclaimed, her voice trembling.
But her protest was met with icy stares. The elder silenced her with a firm reply: 'This is none of your concern, outsider. The ritual has protected our village for generations.’
Misaki fell silent, her words smothered by the oppressive air of the square. She could only watch helplessly as Kotone was taken away to prepare for her grim fate.
The Shrine in the Forest
As dusk descended, a small procession began its journey into the dense mountain forest, carrying Kotone toward the shrine. Determined to intervene, Misaki followed in secret, her footsteps muffled by the thick underbrush. The deeper she ventured, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. The forest seemed alive, its shadows lengthening unnaturally under the dim light.
The group stopped before a small, weathered shrine, its wooden doors etched with symbols of ancient rituals. After lowering the palanquin, the villagers retreated silently, leaving Kotone to face the shrine alone.
Misaki emerged from her hiding spot, her voice shaking. 'Kotone, let’s run away! This isn’t right!’
Kotone turned, her tear-filled eyes glimmering in the faint light. 'You shouldn’t be here…’ she whispered.
Before either could move, the shrine’s doors creaked open, and a chilling wind swept out, carrying with it a palpable sense of dread. A dark, shifting supernatural presence emerged, veiled in shadows. Its form was amorphous, as though it were part of the mountain itself, exuding an overwhelming aura of power.
'The Mountain God…’ Kotone murmured, trembling.
Misaki’s instincts screamed at her to flee, but her body refused to move. The dark force acknowledged Kotone, who hesitated before stepping toward it. Misaki reached out, but an invisible barrier stopped her cold. Tears streaming, Kotone gave a faint smile before stepping into the shrine’s darkness. The doors slammed shut, and silence engulfed the forest.
An Ominous Trace
Misaki pounded on the shrine’s door with trembling hands. 'Kotone!’ she cried out, her voice echoing into the oppressive silence.
From the door’s crevices seeped a dark, red-black liquid, glistening faintly in the dim light. Its ominous color sent shivers down her spine. Before she could touch it, the liquid seemed to sink into the ground, leaving no trace behind.
Misaki stood frozen before the now eerily quiet shrine, the cold, heavy air pressing down around her.
The Village’s Reaction
The next morning, Misaki returned to the village, desperate for answers, but was met with silence. The villagers refused to acknowledge Kotone’s existence, as though she had never been there.
'With the offering, the village will prosper for another year,’ the elder declared calmly. His tone carried neither regret nor doubt.
Misaki’s frustration burned within her, but the villagers’ unwavering belief in the ritual left her powerless. Their serene expressions showed no hint of remorse.
Unanswered Questions
Back at her university, Misaki delved into historical records, unearthing an ancient text about Kagura. It spoke of a village once ravaged by the Mountain God’s wrath, saved only by the annual offering of a bride. The text described the ritual as a symbol of gratitude and a means of ensuring the village’s survival.
Was the entity in the shrine truly a deity—or something darker, born of human fear? The answer remained elusive. Yet, on quiet moonlit nights, Misaki sometimes felt a faint breeze carrying a whisper, like Kotone’s voice calling from the mountains. It always faded too quickly to grasp, leaving her with nothing but an aching sense of loss and lingering questions.
This story is a work of fiction, inspired by Japanese folklore. It is intended for entertainment and to introduce cultural themes.
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